The whispers of night weave through the pine,
Swift and subtle in their rhythmic line, Who can capture their nocturnal flight,
If not guided by the beam of light?

So let us revel in night's embrace,
Around the elder’s tales we face,
With flames ablaze, stories ignite,
Ancient lore unfolds, a wondrous sight.

Now is the hour to unveil the hidden,
To test if our beliefs are overridden,
We honor the old man and his lore,
Yet follow our hearts, evermore.

Creatures stir, their voices raised,
Fireflies dance in nocturnal praise,
Outside, the chill drifts with the wind, Replaying scenes in...